- Mark Olival-Bartley
- As the resident poet at EcoHealth, my verse finds inspiration these days in the spectre of global pandemics. At LMU Munich's Amerika-Institut, where I tutor composition and poetics, I'm anatomizing the sonnets of E. A. Robinson for my dissertation. I also teach at Münchner Volkshochschule and Amerikahaus.
by Mark Olival-Bartley
The words—they come, as ink to paper comes,
as naught at first; but when the pen's nib slips
into its native groove, the deluge sums
what Noah knew would come from misted drips:
The world is lost as mental cadence hums
the hammers, Vulcan-like, that forge the chips
of Logos into mettle that now mums
the Muse to yield what the prosaic skips.
Note: A recitation can be heard here.